Broomfield Hill
演唱者:Martin Carthy
专辑:Martin Carthy
-
作词 : Traditional作曲 : Boden Jonathan JamesOh it's of a lord in the north country,He courted a lady gay.As they were riding side by side,A wager she did lay.“Oh I'll wager you five hundred pound,Five hundred pound to one,That a maid I will go to the merry greenwood,And a maid I will return.”So there she sat in her mother's bower garden,There she made her moan,Saying, “Should I go to the Broomfield Hill,Or should I stay at home?”Then up and spake this witch woman,As she sat on a log,Saying, “You shall go to the Broomfield Hill,And a maid you shall come home.”“Oh when you get to the Broomfield Hill,You'll find your love asleep.With his hawk, his hound, and his silk and satin gown,And his ribbons hanging down to his feet.”“And pick the blossom from off the broom,The blossom that smells so sweet.And lay some down at the crown of his head,And more at the sole of his feet.”So she's away to the Broomfield HillAnd she's found her love asleep.With his hawk, his hound, and his silk and satin gown,And his ribbons hanging down to his feet.And she's picked a blossom from off the broom,The blossom that smells so sweet.And she's laid some down at the crown of his headAnd more at the sole of his feet.And she's pulled off her diamond ringAnd she's pressed it in his right hand,For to let him know when he'd wakened from his sleepThat his love had been there at his command.And when he woke out of his sleep,And the birds began to sing,Saying, “Awake, awake, awake master,Your true love's been and gone.”“Oh where were you, me gay goshawk?And where were you, me steed?And where were you, me good greyhound?Why did you not waken me?”“Oh I clapped with my wings, master,And bold your bells I rang,Crying, waken, waken, waken master,Before this lady ran.”“And I stamped with my foot, master,And I shook me bridle till it rang.But nothing at all would waken youTill she had been and gone.”“So haste ye, haste ye, me good white steed,To come where she may be.Or all the birds of the Broomfield HillShall eat their fill of thee.”“Oh you need not waste your good white steedBy racing to her home,For no bird flies faster through the woodThan she fled through the broom.”
-
作词 : Traditional作曲 : Boden Jonathan JamesOh it's of a lord in the north country,He courted a lady gay.As they were riding side by side,A wager she did lay.“Oh I'll wager you five hundred pound,Five hundred pound to one,That a maid I will go to the merry greenwood,And a maid I will return.”So there she sat in her mother's bower garden,There she made her moan,Saying, “Should I go to the Broomfield Hill,Or should I stay at home?”Then up and spake this witch woman,As she sat on a log,Saying, “You shall go to the Broomfield Hill,And a maid you shall come home.”“Oh when you get to the Broomfield Hill,You'll find your love asleep.With his hawk, his hound, and his silk and satin gown,And his ribbons hanging down to his feet.”“And pick the blossom from off the broom,The blossom that smells so sweet.And lay some down at the crown of his head,And more at the sole of his feet.”So she's away to the Broomfield HillAnd she's found her love asleep.With his hawk, his hound, and his silk and satin gown,And his ribbons hanging down to his feet.And she's picked a blossom from off the broom,The blossom that smells so sweet.And she's laid some down at the crown of his headAnd more at the sole of his feet.And she's pulled off her diamond ringAnd she's pressed it in his right hand,For to let him know when he'd wakened from his sleepThat his love had been there at his command.And when he woke out of his sleep,And the birds began to sing,Saying, “Awake, awake, awake master,Your true love's been and gone.”“Oh where were you, me gay goshawk?And where were you, me steed?And where were you, me good greyhound?Why did you not waken me?”“Oh I clapped with my wings, master,And bold your bells I rang,Crying, waken, waken, waken master,Before this lady ran.”“And I stamped with my foot, master,And I shook me bridle till it rang.But nothing at all would waken youTill she had been and gone.”“So haste ye, haste ye, me good white steed,To come where she may be.Or all the birds of the Broomfield HillShall eat their fill of thee.”“Oh you need not waste your good white steedBy racing to her home,For no bird flies faster through the woodThan she fled through the broom.”
https://m.zhaogeci.net/lyric/184373.html
- High Germany
- The Trees They Do Grow High
- Sovay
- Ye Mariners All
- The Queen of Hearts
- Broomfield Hill
- Springhill Mine Disaster
- Scarborough Fair
- Lovely Joan
- The Barley and the Rye
- The Wind That Shakes the Barley
- The Two Magicians
- The Handsome Cabin Boy
Martin Carthy其他专辑
Martin Carthy的歌曲歌词
- Scarborough Fair
- Scarborough Fair
- Broomfield Hill
- Lord Franklin
- January Man
- His Name Is Andrew
- King Henry
- Skewbald
- The Bedmaking
- Geordie
- Lovely Joan
- I Sowed Some Seeds
- The Devil & the Feathery Wife
- Bill Norrie
- A Stitch in Time
- Work Life out to Keep Life In
- Sir Patrick Spens
- Georgie
- Georgie
- Sir Patrick Spens
- The Desterter
- Heartbreak Hotel
- The Bonny Hind
- The Wife of Ushers Well
- John Parfit
- Barbary Ellen
- Hong Kong Blues
- The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
- Prince Heathen
- Jim Jones in Botany Bay
- Polly on the Shore
- Seven Yellow Gypsies
- Prince Heathen
- High Germany
- The Trees They Do Grow High
- Sovay
- Ye Mariners All
- The Queen of Hearts
- Broomfield Hill
- Springhill Mine Disaster
- Scarborough Fair
- Lovely Joan
- The Barley and the Rye
- The Wind That Shakes the Barley
- The Two Magicians
- The Handsome Cabin Boy
- I Was a Young Man
- Banks of Green Willow
- Handsome Polly-O
- Outlandish Knight
- He Called for a Candle
- John Blunt
- Lord Randall
- William Taylor
- Betsy Bell and Mary Gray
- The Bloody Gardener
- Davy Lowston
- John Barleycorn